Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.
If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.
I have a rendezvous with life.
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.